The Friday. At work in the morning I approach the elevator - the line is no longer, only one from the neighboring department stands.
The elevator enters, we load, and here another rushing body crashes into the door of the building. The man from the neighboring department cries, “Come quickly, we’re waiting for you.” The man ran through the hallway to the elevator, and the neighbor put his leg to stop the doors that had already started to close, but failed. The door, having hit the shoe's nose hard, almost dropped it to the floor, but did not stop. The neighbor turned to the side at an angle of 45 degrees, the further fall was suspended by the fact that his shoulder leaned to the wall of the elevator near the control.
- Let me press the button - I say, pushing my hand between the neighbor and the controller and, going to press the button that blocks the closing of the door, second-hand I miss and press the one that closes the door rapidly.
The elevator crashes sharply right before the nose of the man who managed to reach the elevator, and we leave.
Two idiots are power.